Sunday, May 01, 2011

I read a really good sentence. That just gets to me. And I don't know why this one did; perhaps it's the imagery, I don't know. I just know I really like it.

From The Help A Novel by Kathryn Stockett.

At the end of June, a heat wave of a hundred degrees....

Mister Dunn's rooster walks in my door and squats his red self right in front of my kitchen fan. I come in to find him looking at me like I ain't moving nowhere, lady. He'd rather get beat with a broom than go back out in that nonsense.